If Only

The wave's wash in and then wash out again. A spinning tidal pool you cannot concede. I cannot count on any amount of fingers of just how many times I have cried over you. I remember that day well Sitting in the sand Playing and sometimes tasting it too I was too close to the water I was always too close to the edge. I was bold and brave Fear was never a part of my vocabulary Or maybe it was just that I was to young to care. In an instance I was sucked in And frantically on the outside my mom was freaking Up and down, up and down My mother standing yelling, helplessly. She never learned to swim Was ghastly affraid of the rising water She called quickly to my sister A masterful swimmer at 12 And she dove in to save me. The devilish grin on my face made my mother's anger soar There was not even a tear in my eye She clung to me through the fear, The fear of losing me to the tide. I could still here the ocean screaming in my ears Taste the salt on my tongue Feel the sand lodged deep inside my bathing suit And my nostrils were filled with the same salty aftermath, I was all to eager just to get close once again. Sometimes's today I look out into to space And see my head under that tide, in this I call life But now I struggle to keep my head above water For fears of drowning in my own being. Funny how one can be so brave and not fear all that is in the world And as time passes they learn to fear the most simplest of things. If only for oneday I could have back what I had then. Hmmmm!